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O.T. Genasis – Cut Lyrics




[Intro: O.T. Genasis]
O.T
Yeah you know this so hard man
I ain’t even getting on this one
I did what I had to do, ooh!
All I want is money
All I want is money
Top down, show the cleavage
This right here the remix

[Hook: O.T. Genasis & Young Thug]
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
Cut it (whoops), but it, but it, but it
But it, but it, but it, but it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to but it
Your price is way too high, you need to but it

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I need some racks like a shottas
I might just go and rob the bread truck
I got your bitch in the spotty
Make her suck dick ‘til I’m fed up
These bitches they know I don’t play with them
They know that my niggas will spray on them
We lie to these bitches like rugs
We tell ‘em anything to lay with them
She come and do it ‘cause I’m not a disgrace
She gon’ follow me way to the private jet place
I’ma keep me a rubber, I can’t leave no trace
I’ma take off that rubber and bust on her face
What you gon’ do?
I ran up my ring and I pull out the wraith
Talk ‘bout that ice
Got diamonds on me and they wet like a sink

[Hook: O.T. Genasis]
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Gold Rolex and it’s presidential
Thing I wanted once since elementary
I’m just a breadwinner chasing that money
Don’t bother me back, women follow me
Out in Detroit, I need none’ but way better
I’m special, you better not lie to me
I’m ‘bout to rebound on a real
I’m in the street pound for a kill
I need a sweet house on the hills
I’m in the projects in the field
Harriet Tubman on the bill
Think I need two pills worth of them
Way I be talking like need to chill
Can I be honest, I cannot pretend
Pass by the clique house, having a garage sale
Big cars, big rods, all of ‘em raw as hell
Flip phone, call the cell, bounce back off a L
Broke wrist, ah yeah, bread winner cartel
Big money matter fact, grind tryna get it back
I don’t go to church, in the booty club, blew a sack
God knows it was hard, he was thinking he was giving back
In the trap house shooting craps, tryna win it back
Cut the plug off, price high, he don’t want a cut?
I don’t need nobody I can get it out the mud

[Hook: O.T. Genasis]
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it




K.A.A.N. – Stillness Lyrics




[Intro]
Yes Lawd, Nawledge!

[Verse 1]

See i got nothing but love for ya, that’s all we spreading to em
I swear i can’t complain feel like i’m highly favored
I’ve seen compression the press forward pushing myself applying pressure from every angle trying to cover my bases
I’m making sure we straight over time as i double check it don’t get it twisted like you chubby checker
I’m tryna, see the world on a tour bus double decker’d upper echelon no regular with no one next to us
Me myself and i on some fly shit refuse to act like refuse to act like i’m apart of some basis we breaking ties
Never saving face for the sake of saving a lie its the truth and the truth is real so that’s all that we serve to them
Independent i’m on my own while they sign like some servants hydroplane when i write it the way i curve with the cursive assert my services separate lyrics should serve the melodies i’m more concerned with messages than memorizing how i feel
This is real no cubic zirconia a flawless diamond in the rough Dirty Diana princess cut a standing ovation round of applause they need to give it up
Leave them severely scared like a scab if they ever pick at us
That last line wasn’t deep but i bet it still connected or hovers over your center lobe like a head dress
And holy matrimony pull the vale up and see your future i passed the litmus test on every level leave me lone
I need space every beats a peace of cheese cake ill take a pickers dozen handle business never delay for peat sake i’m regressing to my old ways press the pen to paper i’m preparing for the long race

A marathon if you will i got the stamina endurance to endure a deplorable situation
My steady need to believe
This that Oh La Oh Veto!! There go that sound again

I’ve realize its not what you say but the way you say it my epiphany cause its not the game its the way I play it respect is everything don’t you ever forget

You need to get up get out and get something (uh, huh)
You need to get up get out and get something (uh, huh)
Don’t let the days of yo life pass by (Oh, Nah)
Don’t let the days of yo life pass by (Oh, Nah)
Don’t let the days of yo life pass b (Oh, Nah)

[Verse 2]

Now keep your eyes on the prize and never take em off it
Marginalize every win and learn from the loses
This game is risk and reward but i’m never wary at war i’m unorthodox my rapport is rather brass and incredible
Autobiographical lines they more than legible pushing on this underground rail road feel like Harriet Tubman moving on a speed boat my main next post is moving into yo geographical grid

Coming to a home near you god willing true spilling all up in yo jaw when i fill it
No Anastasia needed my procedure is quick yo vanity facetious and pretentious you dig
I think we got it on lock but we could always improve gotta excel and succeed sold separately
Ya lack of attention to detail is revealing to me it says one of two things your a novice or lazy but baby
They they either blind or crazy i guarantee that ill make it excuses are for the week or the faint at heart but i’m neither
Refuse to be like all of these has-beens they had it at some point but lost it awhile ago
A lack of preparation is the reason you fail no one to blame but yourself when you fall and never get back up
Just keep a level headed focus but don’t ever give up

Nah i said don’t ever give up

Nawl, Nawledge!


Game & Marsha Ambrosius – Sins Of Our Fathers (The Birth Of A Nation The Inspired By Album) letras

October 5, 2016

Lyrics

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[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]
Sins of our fathers
Father, forgive me
And after all I gave you stole my name
And took away from me
Our founding fathers
What have you gave to me?
I’ve been the victim of a broken home
You stole away from me
Sins of our fathers
Sins of our fathers

[Verse 1: The Game]
I could hit you with the “Yes master”, pastor
Or I could close the box on your ass like cold pizza
Whips and chains, brain gone, mind in shackles
Cam Newton, a Black Panther hard to tackle
Mix the moonshine with the Snapple
The White House a plantation
But they’re teachin’ our kids it’s a castle
Built by slaves, my guilt by trade, the maze
Lab rats pickin’ cotton inside invisible cages
House nigga, he hate us more than the massa
Burn his own church and smile in the face of the pastor
The last days, drinkin’ our own sweat in the field
Either kneel or you get your ass killed
[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]
Sins of our fathers
Father, forgive me
And after all I gave you stole my name
And took away from me
Our founding fathers
What have you gave to me?
I’ve been the victim of a broken home
You stole away from me
Sins of our fathers
Sins of our fathers

[Verse 2: The Game]
They gave my great-great grandfather lashes ’cause he stole a fuckin’ horse
Now 500 horsepower in my mothafuckin’ Porsche
As I light my torch on this Mississippi porch
Let the Mississippi River shatter windows on my [?]
Corpses is, of course this is, genocide
I’m in the same church where little kids and women died
I can hear the voices, ropes around throats
Separated our families when they stacked us on them boats
Choke, as your legs shake you start to lose hope
Wishin’ the branch would break, but nope
Soon as your neck snap, they start laughin’ and takin’ pictures
‘Cause to them you ain’t nothin’ but a mothafuckin’ nigga
500 years later, I’m in the club
Chain on my neck, Harriet Tubman on the dub
Ben Franklin on the hundred, Hamilton on the ten
Even in death, she still surrounded by white men

[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]
Sins of our fathers
Father, forgive me
And after all I gave you stole my name
And took away from me
Our founding fathers
What have you gave to me?
I’ve been the victim of a broken home
You stole away from me
Sins of our fathers
Sins of our fathers
Sins of our fathers


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